A little under 24 hours ago, a GP (I can't call her "my doctor" as its never the same one) told me I had T2 Diabetes (sort of).
Back in April I reported to GPs (well a locum), that I had some concerns about needing to pee more often, and feeling a bit thirsty. Straight away they put me on a 2 week cancer diagnosis pathway, with urethroscopy booked in a couple days after the GP appointment (fast) but the day before flying to India. No other exam was done, GP told me to measure my own BP, they eventually requested a specimen (which came back as "normal", but not specifying what was normal). When away, I got a bit fed up with the whole urethroscopy thing, given there were risks to it, and I didn't think it necessary, until a few other things were discounted, so canceled it, preferring to speak to an actual full time GP at my clinic, and reset, starting with bloods. A Consultant got a bit ticked off with me, cc'ing me in a letter to my GP describing me as "not compliant" which ticked me off. The bloods slipped my mind over the summer. But a crisis, of sorts, and probably related, got them done.
A week ago, I developed a decent sized boil (abscess). A visit to the GP nurse to get antibiotics (and resulting in surgery to get it drained) got me, rightfully, an appointment booked in for the blood sample.
Dealing with the abscess wound, I got a cheerful text from the surgery asking me to set up a phone call with a GP for a ROUTINE discussion (their capitals) in the next 4-6 weeks about the test results. I thought, ah, good news, nothing too serious, maybe highish cholesterol etc.
Then I get a phone request for a F-2-F the next day with a GP, no subject mentioned. I thought this was about extending my antibiotics by another week). Not only that, they then suddenly moved it to earlier in the day.
I visit, wait for 1.5 hours, so it ends up being past the original time. The doctor wanted to talk about about my blood results. I asked about the text; she had no idea, suggesting maybe everything else was normal. But my blood sugar was very high (not sharing the number). She quickly did a finger prick test, had difficulty getting blood from my finger, didn't know how to operate the machine without the leaflet, and didn't understand the displayed number. She wanted also to check my blood ketones, again machine fail, so I provided a speciment with the old fashioned dipstick, which were fine for ketones. Ask me about peeing frequently, yes, dry mouth, yes, passing out? no sickness? No.
The conversation was short, and went sort of like this;
Doc: "Oh you probably have Diabetes"
Me: "Do you mean Type 1 or Type 2"
Doc: "Probably Type 2"
Me: "Oh, there's possibility of remission, right"
Doc: "Yeah, maybe"
Doc: "I won't call it a Diabetes Diagnosis yet because you need a second blood test. Book it in in the next 1-2 weeks"
Me: "Ok"
"Doc: "Bye"
10 minutes later, in my car, I get a rather breathless call from the Doc saying she's changed her mind, and sending a prescription to Tesco to start me on Metformin right away that evening, booked in with Diabetes nurse the next day.
I'm not sure if that is how life changing diagnoses are meant to go. Given my experience of healthcare, its not surprising. Maybe I have it, maybe I don't.
In 2000, I was told I had Asthma, handed a pair of inhalers, and told to be get on with my life. 7 years later, while undergoing gasmask fitting, a MOD doctor told me I never had asthma. Funny that.
Last night, I felt practical. Today, I feel a bit angry. What's the next phase? Reaction from siblings "you've got to look after yourself", ie, its my fault, which is probably the case.
Back in April I reported to GPs (well a locum), that I had some concerns about needing to pee more often, and feeling a bit thirsty. Straight away they put me on a 2 week cancer diagnosis pathway, with urethroscopy booked in a couple days after the GP appointment (fast) but the day before flying to India. No other exam was done, GP told me to measure my own BP, they eventually requested a specimen (which came back as "normal", but not specifying what was normal). When away, I got a bit fed up with the whole urethroscopy thing, given there were risks to it, and I didn't think it necessary, until a few other things were discounted, so canceled it, preferring to speak to an actual full time GP at my clinic, and reset, starting with bloods. A Consultant got a bit ticked off with me, cc'ing me in a letter to my GP describing me as "not compliant" which ticked me off. The bloods slipped my mind over the summer. But a crisis, of sorts, and probably related, got them done.
A week ago, I developed a decent sized boil (abscess). A visit to the GP nurse to get antibiotics (and resulting in surgery to get it drained) got me, rightfully, an appointment booked in for the blood sample.
Dealing with the abscess wound, I got a cheerful text from the surgery asking me to set up a phone call with a GP for a ROUTINE discussion (their capitals) in the next 4-6 weeks about the test results. I thought, ah, good news, nothing too serious, maybe highish cholesterol etc.
Then I get a phone request for a F-2-F the next day with a GP, no subject mentioned. I thought this was about extending my antibiotics by another week). Not only that, they then suddenly moved it to earlier in the day.
I visit, wait for 1.5 hours, so it ends up being past the original time. The doctor wanted to talk about about my blood results. I asked about the text; she had no idea, suggesting maybe everything else was normal. But my blood sugar was very high (not sharing the number). She quickly did a finger prick test, had difficulty getting blood from my finger, didn't know how to operate the machine without the leaflet, and didn't understand the displayed number. She wanted also to check my blood ketones, again machine fail, so I provided a speciment with the old fashioned dipstick, which were fine for ketones. Ask me about peeing frequently, yes, dry mouth, yes, passing out? no sickness? No.
The conversation was short, and went sort of like this;
Doc: "Oh you probably have Diabetes"
Me: "Do you mean Type 1 or Type 2"
Doc: "Probably Type 2"
Me: "Oh, there's possibility of remission, right"
Doc: "Yeah, maybe"
Doc: "I won't call it a Diabetes Diagnosis yet because you need a second blood test. Book it in in the next 1-2 weeks"
Me: "Ok"
"Doc: "Bye"
10 minutes later, in my car, I get a rather breathless call from the Doc saying she's changed her mind, and sending a prescription to Tesco to start me on Metformin right away that evening, booked in with Diabetes nurse the next day.
I'm not sure if that is how life changing diagnoses are meant to go. Given my experience of healthcare, its not surprising. Maybe I have it, maybe I don't.
In 2000, I was told I had Asthma, handed a pair of inhalers, and told to be get on with my life. 7 years later, while undergoing gasmask fitting, a MOD doctor told me I never had asthma. Funny that.
Last night, I felt practical. Today, I feel a bit angry. What's the next phase? Reaction from siblings "you've got to look after yourself", ie, its my fault, which is probably the case.